thirst, and i send down a famine, when they pray for the sun, and i drown them with rain, and they beg me for reasons, my only reply is: i never apologize, never explain. when the angel of death is a black wind around them and children are dying in terrible pain, then they burn little candles in churches, but still i never apologize, never explain. when the christians kill jews, and jews kill the muslims, and muslims kill writers they think are profane, they clamor for peace or for reasons at least, but i never apologize, never explain. when they wail about murder and torture and rape, and unlucky abel complains about cain, and they ask me just why i had planned it like this, i never apologize, never explain. of course, if they're smart they can figure it out -- the best of all reasons is perfectly plain. it's because i just happen to like it this way -- so i never apologize, never explain." >> job kept asking why -- >> poor thing, yeah. >> and never got an answer. >> no. >> jesus himself, "oh, god, why hast thou forsaken me?" no answer. >> i'm not so impervious to the world that i don